Chapter- Three

It had been days since I last texted the guy. Sometimes, I’d just stare at the phone expecting a text, but I’d snap out of it as soon as possible. This is what happens when your life is boring, I thought to myself. I hoped that someone exciting would soon happen to my life, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

“Are you sure you can go home alone?” Ashley asked me. I nodded my head, “Yeah. Don’t worry. I only need to walk for 10 minutes, dude.” It was true. Ashley and my house were not that far. If we could walk faster then we’d probably reach in around six minutes, or four minutes if I was the fastest runner in the world, but I was not.

I spent my time at Ashley’s house today. I was supposed to go home by 8 pm but as you can tell, it was past 8 now. It was 9:30 now and if I stay here any longer, I’d need to stay over, literally.

We both walked downstairs.

“Don’t get killed.” Ashley said, with a grin. I rolled my eyes at her, but the smile was present on my lips, “Keep on checking the news just to be sure.” I joked.

Ashley saluted, “Aye, captain.” She received an eye roll from me, again.

I put on my shoes, “So, goodnight. I love you.”

Ashley nodded her head, “Bye! I love you too! Call me if anything happens.”

“Sure, mom!”

The cold air hit my skin as soon as I stepped out of the house. I shivered and rubbed my arms as an instinct. I hummed various songs to myself as I walked down the lonely street. The streetlights were the only thing keeping me sane.

My ears perked up when I heard loud music. As I continued to walk, the music became louder. I noticed that the number of cars that were parked on the road increased too.

My eyes fell on a couple making out in the backseat of the car. I immediately averted my eyes, not wanting to pry on some couple making out like it was the last day on earth.

I, soon, realized the reason for the loud music and the cars.

A party.

Of course!

I shook my head and continued to walk. I wanted to go home, and I craved to sleep like a baby. That was the need of the moment.

My steps slowed down when my eyes met a familiar face. He was leaning against a car and as if he could feel someone was watching, he looked up. I stiffened and averted my gaze. The last thing I wanted was to talk to this person. I could feel myself walking faster. My heart was thundering inside my chest.

“Violet, hey!” I didn’t stop. I acted like I couldn’t hear him. Of course, it would be hard to hear someone over the sound of loud music. Especially, when your favorite song was playing.

I wasn’t going to inform him that I had never even heard the song in my life.

But who cared, a favourite was a favourite, right?

He grabbed my hand, “Violet, listen!” I mentally groaned. Great, I must come face to face with an ass.

I turned around and that was the worst mistake I ever made. I was nearly about to puke. Chris reeked of alcohol. I pushed his fingers off from my hand, “You are drunk.” I stated. He blew air through his mouth, and the foul-smell hit my face.

“What the fuck, dude?” I screamed in disgust, and tried to push him away from my face but he held my hands and had the audacity to giggle, “I just want to talk to you, Vi.” I ignored the nickname.

“I don’t.” I said as I tried to get out his hold, but it was impossible. Even when drunk, Chris was stronger than me. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I wish I had taken karate lessons when I had the chance.

I noticed the anger that flickered in his eyes and I took a step back, well I tried. But it was hard to move when a dude taller and stronger than you was holding your wrists.

“Just listen to me!” It was more like an order than a request. I didn’t want to listen to any lies that would come out of his mouth but the rational part of my brain told me to agree with him. A drunken guy was very unsafe.

I nodded my head.

He looked taken aback. He was probably shocked because I agreed with him without any arguing.

Damn, your drunken ass. I thought bitterly to myself.

“I only ask for forgiveness,” His speech started and I tried not to cringe at his words and at the same I tried my hardest to conceal my bewilderment expression. What the hell was wrong with this dude?

“I know that you both are still very, very, very, very angry with me. I know that you both should. But, I miss you…….. both very much. I..I….I miss all those moments. I miss Ashley so much and I know” I couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted his heartfelt speech, “Listen, please talk to me when you are sober.” I could hardly make out half of what he was saying. His pronunciation right now was worse than a five year old kid. But I still get the gist of what he was trying to say from past experience. He definitely wanted to say he was sorry for cheating on Ashley for 8 months out of the 12 months that they were together.

Thinking about it made me angry. I hated this guy, and I still couldn’t believe he had the audacity to even talk to us or bug us. I still remembered how heartbroken Ashley was when she found out. My best friend, who was always so strong, and who rarely cried, cried like a baby on my lap. She cried like someone was ripping her heart out. Everytime I think about what he had done to her, I felt like murdering him.

“Actually, don’t talk to me ever again, Chris.” That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His brown eyes flashed with anger and I was ready to run. All he needed to take was one additional step and I’d shove him with all my power and run like my ass was on fire.

“Chris, bro.” My eyes fell on the figure that suddenly appeared.

I silently thanked God for making this wonderful stranger. As the stranger walked closer to us, I realized that he was no stranger to us at all.

Isaac Westwick. He was arguably the most popular boy in our school. And I could understand why; he was drop dead gorgeous. His blue eyes and light brown hair was famous among the students, and now standing this close to him, I could see why. If he wanted, he could easily become a model. He had the height too. The universe really had their favorites huh?

And he was also easy going, and whenever I would see him, he always had a smile on his face. And now it seemed, he was going to help me. I would happily turn into his fangirl if he would help me get out of the situation.

His blue eyes scanned both of us and he gave us a grin, “Chris, are you still disturbing girls like the creep you are?” Chris’ eyebrow twitched and as for me, I was trying not to laugh.

“Don’t peep into my personal life, you asshole,” I guess this was what he wanted to say but what he said at that time made no sense.

“Sorry, I don’t speak drunk. Talk to us when you start to speak English.” Isaac retorted. His eyes flickered towards my hands, and he noticed that Chris was holding my hands with a tight grip. He walked towards me, and placed his hand around my neck. His eyes met mine, and I could see the concern underneath, “You alright?”

Chris pulled my hands, “Let’s go, Violet.” I gave a pleading look to Isaac and he understood that I wanted to stay away from him.

“The girl is staying with me, aren’t you?” I didn’t know what he did, but Isaac grabbed Chris’ elbow and the next thing I knew, my hands were free. The relief that I felt was immeasurable. Isaac grabbed my now free hands and winked at me. It was my first time seeing Isaac up so close so I was a little taken back. His face was indeed very

attractive.

I hastily nodded my head at Isaac’s last question as no words were coming out my mouth.

I could see the anger in Chris’ eyes so I tried every possible method to avoid meeting his eyes.

“You bastard.” Chris angrily walked towards Isaac. Well, he tried. He was drunk so his anger at the moment seemed more funny than scary. He grabbed Isaac by the collar, “Do you wanna die?”

“If we are to fight now, you know the results, right?” Isaac mocked him.

Chris might have been drunk but it was good to know that his common sense was still intact. He roughly let go of Isaac and backed off. He gave me a slight glare which I ignored like a pro.

After that, he was gone. I couldn’t believe he was gone just like that.

I let out a sigh of relief.

“You fine? Did he hurt you anywhere?” Isaac asked me. I saw him check me out, probably to see if I had any injuries. I didn’t know why but that action of his made me freeze in place, and warmed my heart. Sometimes, people were really nice. I thought to myself.

I let out a sigh of relief. “I am fine, and thank you. I’m glad that you came out to help me.”

His serious demeanor changed, and he winked at me, “Don’t thank me with words. Help me when I need it.” I knew he was saying it as a joke, but I was seriously willing to help him if he were to ever need my help.

But who could have thought that in that moment that he would need my help every damn time?